Swinging On A Star
((French Version: À Toi De Choisir (by Richard Anthony)) - 1964))
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen
First release by: Bing Crosby & Williams Brothers - 1944
Covered by multiple other artists



Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish?

A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish
A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine



While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag, with gum on the back
Fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my window shield
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I feel

Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free"
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took her up on what he said
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more

À Toi De Choisir
((Adapted from: Swinging On A star (by Bing Crosby) - 1944)
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1964



Ma petite sœur bien aimée - oh oh oh
Viens un peu ici m'écouter - oh oh oh
Je t'aime bien mais tu me désoles - oh oh oh
Car tu ne fais rien à l'école !

À toi de choisir ce que tu veux devenir - ah oui alors
Quelqu'un dont on parle et qu'on admire - tout à fait d'accord
Ou simplement un petit animal qui ne sait rien et qui se tient très mal
Mais si tu prends la première solution - oui bien sûr
Tu dois apprendre tes leçons - je ne veux pas apprendre les leçons

Ma petite sœur bien aimée - oui oui
Prends conseil de ton frère aîné - je veux bien je veux bien
Pour trouver plus tard un mari - oh j'ai le temps
Faut savoir la géométrie - menteur

À toi de choisir ce que tu veux devenir
Mais il faut bûcher pour réussir - à qui le dis-tu
Savoir les chefs lieux des départements - tu le sais toi
Et conjuguer un verbe à tout les temps
Si l'on voyait que tu comptes sur tes doigts - comme toi
Tous tes copains riraient de toi - tu parles ils font tous comme moi
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Mais si tu fais bien tes devoirs
Tu n'as pas de crainte à avoir
Le succès te tendra les bras
Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh
Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh
Et moi je serai fier de toi - oh oh oh

Your Feet's Too Big
Composer(s): Ada Benson; Fred Fisher
Performer(s): Fats Waller;
and various other artists



Spoken:
Who's that walkin' 'round here? 
Mercy! 
Sounds like baby patter 
Baby elephant patter, that's what I calls it

Say, up in Harlem, at a table for two
There were four of us, me, your big feet and you 
From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet
From there down, there's just too much feet! 

Yes, your feet's too big! 
Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
Can't use ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
I really hate ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
Yeah! 

Lah-dee-doo-dah
Nah-dah-nah-dah 
Where d'ya get 'em? 
Nah-dee-ah-dah

Your girl, she likes ya, she thinks you're nice
Got what it takes to be in paradise 
She said she likes your face, she likes your rig
But, man, oh, man, them things are too big 

Oh, your feet's too big 
Don't want ya 'cause your feet's too big! 
Mad at ya 'cause your feet's too big 
I hate ya 'cause your feet's too big 

Spoken:
My goodness, gun the gunboats! 
Shift! Shift! Shift!

Oh, your pedal extremities are colossal 
To me you look just like a fossil 
You got me walkin', talkin' and squawkin'
'Cause your feet's too big, yeah 

Spoken: 
Come on and walk that thing 
Oh, I never heard o' such walkin', Mercy! 
You know your pedal extremities really are obnoxious
One never knows, do one?

Swinging On A Gate
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



I wish I was a little boy
But then you see I'm not
I'm very fond of little boys
I know an awful lot
I like the sort of games they play
I think they're really great
But the game that I like playing best
Is swinging on a gate

Swinging on a gate
With a lot of boys
Swinging on the gate
Don't we make a noise
Nurse is very cross
'Cause I come home late
Says I is a naughty girl ("Winnie! Winnie")
For swinging on a gate

Children's Voices:
("Hello - here's a gate")
("Ooh it's a bit like...........isn't it")
("I'm on first")
("No, no, I'm on first")
("Don't push")
("I'm not pushing")
("Now we're off!")

Man's Voice:
("Oi! Get off that gate, do you hear me?")

I don't care much for little girls
They never make a noise
I like to shout and holler out
That's why I'm with the boys
I hold right on climbing trees
And bird-nesting I hate
The game that I like playing best
Is swinging on a gate

Swinging on a gate
With a lot of boys
Swinging on the gate
Don't we make a noise
Nurse is very cross
'Cause I come home late
Says I is a naughty girl ("Winnie! Winnie")
For swinging on a gate

Swinging on a gate
With a lot of boys
Swinging on the gate
Don't we make a noise
Nurse is very cross
'Cause I come home late
Says I is a naughty girl ("Winnie! Winnie")
For swinging on a gate

Your Eyes Have Told Me So
Composer(s): Walter Blaufuss; Gus Kahn; Egbert Van Alstyne
Performer(s): Doris Day;
Buffalo Bills; Dick Haymes; Mario Lanza; 
Gordon MacRae; Alfred Piccaver



I saw your eyes, your wonderful eyes
With love light and tenderness feeling
They thrilled me through, they filled me too
With wonderful dreams I am dreaming
No need to speak, no more shall I seek
For my heart has taught me their meaning
And love has come, at last I know
Your eyes have told me so

No need to speak, no more shall I seek
For my heart has taught me their meaning
And love has come, at last I know
Your eyes have told me so

Swingin' On A Rainbow
Composer(s): Peter DeAngelis - Robert Marcucci
Performer(s): Frankie Avalon



You've got me swingin' on a rainbow
Walkin' around in the rain
Playin' with the raindrops
I'm doin' flip flops
Look what one kiss can do

You've got me warm in the winter
Cold on a summery day
Never know the reason
Heart's out of season
Look at what one kiss dan do

Never thought that I would fall
Love was not for me
I wanted to be just a roamin' lover
Happy and careless, always to be free

You've got me, hook, line and sinker
Just like a fish on a hook
You better pull the line in
Baby, I can't win
Look what one kiss can do

I only want to just be careless and free
And I never thought that
You would fall in love with me

You've got me, hook, line, and sinker
Just like a fish on a hook
You better pull the line in
Baby, I can't win

I've got it bad
And I feel so glad
Just look what one...
Just look what one...
Just look what one kiss can do

Your Cheating Heart
Composer(s): Hank Williams
Performer(s): Hank Williams;
and various other artists



Your cheating heart will make you weep
You'll cry and cry and try to sleep
But sleep won't come the whole night through
Your cheating heart will tell on you

When tears come down like falling rain
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way i do
Your cheating heart will tell on you

(break)

Your cheating heart will pine some day
And crave the love you threw away
The time will come when you'll be blue
Your cheating heart will tell on you

When tears come down like falling rain
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do
Your cheating heart will tell on you

Your cheating heart is gonna tell on you

Swingin' Down The Lane 
Composer(s): Isham Jones - Gus Kahn
First release by: Isham Jones and His Orch. - 1923
Covered by multiple other artists



Everybody's hand in hand
Swingin' down the lane
Everybody's feelin' grand
Swingin' down the lane

That's the time I miss the bliss
That we might have known
Nights like this
When I'm all alone

When the moon is on the rise
Baby I'm so blue
Watchin' lovers makin' eyes
Like we used to do

When the moon is on the way
Still I'm waitin' all in vain
Should be swingin' down the lane
With you

Your Bulldog Drinks Champagne
Composer(s): David Bellamy; Jim Stafford
Performer(s): Jim Stafford



There was a lady in a window
In the room across the way
From the hotel I was staying in
While on my holiday
I couldn't help but see everything
'Cause I was peeping I confess
Still after dinner every night
She had the strangest guest

She'd retire to her favorite chair
And sit there with a dog
Fill the crystal glasses
While the fire danced on the log
I watched them drink their bubbly brew
Until the fire grew dim
Then I stuck my head out the window
And said why not me instead of him

Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
And I ain't one to complain
What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
Would have to be good to me

Fourteen days and fourteen nights
Not one word did I hear
Her with her silk and champagne 
Over to me in my shorts with a beer
She just left the curtains wide 
And I knew she knew I could see
Her and the pug-nosed mutt 
Guzzling wine and teasing me

Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
And I ain't one to complain
What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
Would have to be good to me

So I made a bolder move
I went over and rang her bell
I heard growling from inside 
And I got scared as hell
Then the bulldog staggered out the door
And he said, how do yo do
But the lady bit me on the leg
And I said r-rouf, I love you too

Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
And I ain't one to complain
What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
Would have to be good to me

Swingin' 
Composer(s): Lionel Delmore - John Anderson
First release by: John Anderson



There's a little girl in our neighbourhood 
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really looking good 
I had to go and see her so I called her on the phone 
I walked over to her house, and this was going on: 
Her brother was on the sofa eating chocolate pie 
Her mama was in the kitchen cutting chicken up to fry 
Her daddy was in the backyard rolling up a garden hose 
I was on the porch with Charlotte feeling love down to my toes 

And we were swingin' 
Yeah we were swingin' 
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing 
I can't beleive it started on her front porch in the swing 
Just a swingin' 

Now Charlotte is a darling she's the apple of my eye 
When I'm on the swing with her it makes me almost high 
Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring 
I just can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing 
Just a swingin' 

Your Backyard
Composer(s): Burton Cummings
Performer(s): Burton Cummings



I wrote you long love letters, Mama, I sent 'em on day by day
Need you now even more than I did before
As I'm lookin', here's your Daddy comin'
With a big ole shotgun too
Lovin' situtation look mighty poor

So if'in you're really wonderin' what I'm doin' in your backyard
I told you ,Baby, I'd beat it home so soon
But if you're really worrin' 'bout what I' m doin' in your backyard
Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon

I had some dreams and fortune really, Mama, I got carried away
And lookin' back even more than I did before
As I'm leapin' , creepin', hidin', sleepin' here's your Daddy with a shotgun too
My lovin' situtation ain't nothin' but poor

So if'in you're really worried 'bout what I'm doin' in your backyard
I told you, Baby, I's beatin' it home so soon
Well if you're really worrin' 'bout what I' m doin' in your backyard
Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon

Baby, thinkin' 'bout reelin' back, wonderin' why I'm standin' here cryin', 
Honey, lookin' in your backyard
Don't ya worry 'bout nothin', ya got nothin' on your mind but me
But as I'm layin' on my back about, thinkin' 'bout summertime gettin' back all the way
Everything I see, Honey, reminding me

Come on get your lovin' man, come on get him while he's hot, get him on the run
Babe, I here your lookin' but really too blind to see, oh, hey, What ya gonna think
About wham-bam, thank you Maam, where you goin' on the Wildwood trail
Everything I see, Honey, reminding me

Baby, might be thinkin' 'bout, really livin' back, layin' back, standin' in your backyard
Told you, Baby, I's beatin' it home so soon
If you're really wonderin' what I' m doin' in your backyard
Come on out later, Babe, I'll show you by the light of the moon

Swing, Mr. Mendelssohn
Composer(s): Walter Jurmann - Gus Kahn - Bronislaw Kaper
Performer(s): Judy Garland



Da da da da da da da
oh do dad dah dah
dah dah dah dah da da o da o

Teach me how to sing
Music with a modern rhythm
Let me swing
Mr. Mendelssohn swing

Mmusic is a thing
That's no good without that rhythm
Sweet and hot
Past the soul
Get yourself a little dash of holy ho
And swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing it high
Hey
swing it low
oh
di di di di di
di di do da da
and swing it
Mr. Mendelssohn swing
di di di di di di
oh oh da da da
and swing it Mr. Mendelssohn swing
swing it Mr. feel it Mendelssohn
a rodie doc a rodie doc a rodie da
In my singing school
I am one of many
ouuu it's just so cool
Mr. Mendelssohn had his day
many could pass him this day day
di di di do 
di di di da da da
rodie doc rodie doc
hey de hey hey de hey
hey de hey hey de ho
hey de ho oooohhhh

Your Baby Has Gone Down The Plug-Hole
(aka Mother's Lament)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Cream;
and various other artists



A mother was bathin' her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was fin
T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried
"Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied

Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He shoulda been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfik'ly happy
He won't need no bathin' no more
He's workin' his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone on before

Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe
And the chlorine is bad for his eyes
He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him
He needed the exercise

Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy
For I know he is suff'rin' no pain
Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole
Let's hope he don't stop up the drain

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Alternate Verse:


Your baby is perfik'ly 'appy
He won't need a bath any more
He's muckin' abaht with the angels above
Not lost but gone before

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Swing Medley
Performer(s): The Star Sisters



He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada

(And now three lovely ladies that are
sending GI's hearts all over the World)

Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai
Have you ever danced in the tropics?
Well that girl's a fool
With the Gaucho ?????
Of the South American way, hey!

Ai, ai, ai, ai. ai
Could you have ever kissed in the moon light
If you never kissed
Who knows what you've missed
In the South American Way

Bei mir bist du schoen
Please let me explain
Bie mir bist du schoen means you're grand

Bei mir bist du schoen
Again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land

I could say "bella, bella"
Even say "wunderbar"
Each language only helps me tell you
How grand you are

I'll try to explain
Bei mir bist du schoen
So kiss me and say you'll understand

(Okay guys, grab your gal and hit the floor
'Cos here's that beat you've been waiting to swing to)

Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size
I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"
Hope he tells me, "Baby, what a wing it will be"
So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

In the mood
In the mood
In the mood
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Oh, Tico Tico, tick
Oh, Tico Tico, tock
This Tico Tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock
And when he says "Cuckoo"
He means it's time to woo
It's Tico time for all the lovers in the block

I've got a heavy date
A tete-a-tete at eight
So speak, oh Tico, tell me is it getting late?
If I'm on time, cuckoo
But, if I'm late, woo woo
The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait

In Spain they say "Si, si"
In France you hear "Oui, oui"
Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, ya"
Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, da"

La-la-la-la-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-de-de-da-da
De-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Younger Than Springtime
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers
First performance by: William Tabbert - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists



Younger than springtime are you
Softer than starlight are you
Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me
Gayer than laughter are you
Sweeter than music are you
Angel and lover, heaven and earth
Are you to me

And when your youth and joy invade my arms
And fill my heart, as now they do
Younger than springtime am I
Gayer than laughter am I
Angel and lover, heaven and earth
Am I with you

Swing Me An Old-Fashioned Song
Composer(s): Walter Bullock - Harold Spina
Performer(s): Shirley Temple



First of all you start this way
Back and forth that's the way
And now that you've got yourself swinging
Do the same thing with your singing

Swing me an old-fashioned song
Down by the old mail stream
Da da de da da
Swing me an old-fashioned song
old-fashioned song

Croon me an old-fashioned tune
Da de da de da
In the evening by the moonlight
You can hear those darkies singing
Oh Oh, croon me an old-fashioned tune

Just keep it soft and sweet
With rhythm from the start
But keep that old time beat
The beat that's, straight from the heart

Swing me an old-fashioned song²
I wanted to say to the fields Maggie
That's it, Its just an old-fashioned song

Dear old girls around us sing about you
Roll be like a roll around
Won't you try it
Oh my darling 
Oh my darling, darling
Croon me an old-fashioned tune

Won't you swing just an old-fashioned song
Ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland a'fore Ye
That how to swing, an old-fashioned song
Now sing and you'll be happy all day long
Sing an old-fashioned song

Younger Girl
Composer(s): John Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful
and multiple other artists



She's one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring 
One look in her eyes and you forget everything 
That you had ready to say 
And I saw her today, yeah... 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind
Oh, I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown 
Said she'd never been in trouble, even in town 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind
And should I hang around, acting like her brother 
In a few more years, they'd call us right for each other 
And why 
If I wait I'll just die, yeah... 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
No matter how much I try, I can't seem to leave her memory behind
Oh, I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown 
Said she'd never been in trouble, even in town 
A younger girl keeps a-rollin' 'cross my mind 
She's one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring 
One look in her eyes and you forget everything 
That you had ready to say

Swing Low, Sweet Cheerio
Composer(s): Michael Bruce - Glen Buxton - Alice Cooper - Dennis Dunaway - Neal Smith
Performer(s): Alice Cooper



Forget, remember nothing
The force came from the flame
I pass along the path inside
My light shinning always
We'll get there first a name cried out
And looked back all the way
Recall falling down a lot of time was spent that way
But this story staring me has already begun
'Cuz I had some vision in my sight
On the journey to be one
Help me, help please, help me please
The screaming starts again
But the trick I find something hid
You look, you find, I win
While working while the play was on
The play was alright then
Think thought, big thoughts
Take off and go back again next week
Right then my story ended
And a new one had begun
'Cuz I had some vision in my sight
On the journey to be one

Younger Generation
Composer(s): John Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful; 
The Critters; Bobby Vee; John Sebastian;
José Feliciano; Chuck Perrin



Why must every generation think their folks are square
And no matter where their heads are, they know Mom´s ain´t there
'Cause I swore when I was small that I´d remember when
I knew what´s wrong with them, that I was smaller then

Determined to remember all the card'nal rules
Like sun showers are legal grounds for cuttin' school
I know I have forgotten maybe one or two
And I hope that I recall them all before the baby´s due
And I know he´ll have a question or two

Like "Hey, Pop, can I go ride my zoom
It goes two hundred miles an hour suspended on balloons
And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tongue
And imagine frothing dragons while you sit and wreck your lungs"
And I must be permissive, understanding of the younger generation

Then I´ll know that all I´ve learned my kid assumes
And all my deepest worries must be his cartoons
And still I´ll try to them him all the things I´ve done
Relating to what he can do when he becomes a man
And still he´ll stick his fingers in the fan

And "Hey, Pop, my girlfriend´s only three
She´s got her own videophone and she´s taking L.S.D.
And now that we´re best friends, she wants to give a bit to me
But what´s the matter Daddy, how come you´re turning green?
Can it be that you can´t live up to your dreams?"